I am being gang stalked, multi-stalked, community stalked--whatever you call it. All I can tell you is that these people are evil. They follow me where ever I go--the minute I leave home. They are probably reading this blog.
Good. It gives me a chance to tell them what I and others who are being gangstalked think of them.
This website gives some good information on gang stalking--http://houston.indymedia.org/print.php?id=35540&comments=yes
This all started, I believe in 2007, when I began hanging around an antique dealer. First, he said he wanted to hire me to help him set up a computer system at his antique store. Then, he said he wanted to hire me to help with his ebay business and in return would help me set up my own ebay business. He pretended to be a friend so that he could find out everything he could about me--who my friends, family, associates were, where they lived. What my interests were, my height, my weight. Everything.
Someone, I believe hired him to do all of this as they have hired the gang stalkers. I found out through a third party that he has young guys going in and out of his store all day long (with the door locked and his wife outside banging on the door to be let in). What is going on with that? Many times when I would go into his store to work, he would act like I had caught him in the middle of something.
When the gang stalkers first made their appearance known was in June of 2010. I had been out taking pictures of landscapes around our road/house and got pictures of some vehicles with license plate numbers and faces. At first I wasn't sure if a red vehicle following me every time I drove somewhere or walked somewhere was a coincidence or not, so one day I drove down all dirt and gravel roads and went 20 miles to a nearby town. This is in an area with a population of only around 1,000 people. Every dirt and gravel road I went down, I was intercepted at an intersection by a red vehicle or a red vehicle pulled out and followed me. Every house I went by, there were red vehicles parked in the drive. Eventually, I realized that not everyone in the county had gone out and bought red vehicles, but that the people who lived in those houses were at work, and the red vehicles just parked in their drive.
This has continued ever since then. I have no idea why I am being stalked or who is behind it, although it can only have to do with money, power, identity theft.
Okay, on to what I think of these people. They are low-lives. They are criminals. They have no morals, no ethics, no conscience. They were spawned in bilge water. You are NOT going to drive me to a nervous breakdown, you are NOT GOING TO DRIVE ME OUT OF THE COMMUNITY. I am taking your license numbers, and getting pictures of you. Someday, you will regret that you participated in this, when the hammer comes down on you. You are immoral, perverted creeps. You are devil worshippers. I don't care if there are hundreds of you, you will pay for doing this to me. If not in this life, in the next life. Don't believe there is a next life? That's your problem. When you are burning in hell for doing this, you will believe. But, then it will be too late won't it?
Good. It gives me a chance to tell them what I and others who are being gangstalked think of them.
This website gives some good information on gang stalking--http://houston.indymedia.org/print.php?id=35540&comments=yes
This all started, I believe in 2007, when I began hanging around an antique dealer. First, he said he wanted to hire me to help him set up a computer system at his antique store. Then, he said he wanted to hire me to help with his ebay business and in return would help me set up my own ebay business. He pretended to be a friend so that he could find out everything he could about me--who my friends, family, associates were, where they lived. What my interests were, my height, my weight. Everything.
Someone, I believe hired him to do all of this as they have hired the gang stalkers. I found out through a third party that he has young guys going in and out of his store all day long (with the door locked and his wife outside banging on the door to be let in). What is going on with that? Many times when I would go into his store to work, he would act like I had caught him in the middle of something.
When the gang stalkers first made their appearance known was in June of 2010. I had been out taking pictures of landscapes around our road/house and got pictures of some vehicles with license plate numbers and faces. At first I wasn't sure if a red vehicle following me every time I drove somewhere or walked somewhere was a coincidence or not, so one day I drove down all dirt and gravel roads and went 20 miles to a nearby town. This is in an area with a population of only around 1,000 people. Every dirt and gravel road I went down, I was intercepted at an intersection by a red vehicle or a red vehicle pulled out and followed me. Every house I went by, there were red vehicles parked in the drive. Eventually, I realized that not everyone in the county had gone out and bought red vehicles, but that the people who lived in those houses were at work, and the red vehicles just parked in their drive.
This has continued ever since then. I have no idea why I am being stalked or who is behind it, although it can only have to do with money, power, identity theft.
Okay, on to what I think of these people. They are low-lives. They are criminals. They have no morals, no ethics, no conscience. They were spawned in bilge water. You are NOT going to drive me to a nervous breakdown, you are NOT GOING TO DRIVE ME OUT OF THE COMMUNITY. I am taking your license numbers, and getting pictures of you. Someday, you will regret that you participated in this, when the hammer comes down on you. You are immoral, perverted creeps. You are devil worshippers. I don't care if there are hundreds of you, you will pay for doing this to me. If not in this life, in the next life. Don't believe there is a next life? That's your problem. When you are burning in hell for doing this, you will believe. But, then it will be too late won't it?
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